In the classroom, Sasaki Fuyumi was playing on his phone.
Suddenly, someone in the group chat sent a picture. He let his guard down and opened it—only to find it was some cringe-worthy post from a certain app. The content was a "socialite" proudly boasting about how she went on dates with other people behind her boyfriend's back, and the comments underneath were all praising her.
Sasaki Fuyumi felt his blood pressure spike just from reading a bit of it. He closed the image and exited the group chat, his mood thoroughly soured. He thought to himself, with so many entitled girls out there these days, a guy absolutely couldn't be too honest.
"Beep…"
"Loading complete."
"Welcome to the Life Achievement System. This system has recorded your wish and will guide you to become an outstanding scumbag."
Staring at the subtitles that materialized before his eyes, Sasaki Fuyumi was dumbfounded. He instinctively glanced around at his classmates. Seeing them all focused on the lecture, completely oblivious to this phenomenon, he suddenly realized what was happening. He felt his heart give a violent lurch as an unbelievable thought surfaced in his mind.
Could this be... my golden finger?
A Life Achievement System, dedicated to helping him become a scumbag?
A strange expression crossed Sasaki Fuyumi's face. He realized that his momentary, angry thought from earlier must have summoned this system. But that stuff about being a scumbag was just a fleeting notion born of frustration; he didn't actually want to hurt anyone.
However, the system seemed unresponsive, ignoring him completely as the subtitles continued to shift.
"After each scumbag action, you will receive a certain amount of Scumbag Points. Being a scumbag is a high-risk profession. Points can be used to enhance your survival abilities."
There's even a risk of death involved!
Sasaki Fuyumi's expression flickered unpredictably. The only comforting thought was that Scumbag Points could boost his chances of staying alive.
The subtitles slowly faded, and the system fell silent once more.
Sasaki Fuyumi tried calling out to it mentally a few times but got no response. He had no choice but to suppress his excitement and continue with the class. By this point, the teacher on the podium had already noticed him.
After class, students filed out of the classroom in twos and threes. The next period was P.E., a rare chance for everyone to relieve some academic pressure.
Sasaki Fuyumi, however, wasn't in a hurry to leave. His curiosity piqued, he started investigating his golden finger again. But no matter how he called out, the system remained completely inert, as if everything that had happened was just an illusion.
A bit disappointed, Sasaki Fuyumi looked up and realized he was the only one left in the classroom. Sighing, he stood up, ready to head to P.E.
As he reached the doorway, someone suddenly came in from outside. Still preoccupied with thoughts of his golden finger, Sasaki Fuyumi wasn't paying attention and nearly collided with them, stopping just in time.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking," he said.
Finishing his apology, he looked up. Before him stood a girl with features as delicate and refined as a doll's. Seemingly startled, her flawless, fair face was tinged with a faint blush. Her thin lips were pressed together tightly, as delicate and tempting as rose petals.
Apparently displeased with his clumsiness, the girl shot him a glare with her sharply defined black-and-white eyes before brushing past him without a word, entering the classroom. She showed no intention of conversing with him.
Sasaki Fuyumi felt a flicker of embarrassment, like he'd been snubbed after trying to be polite. But since he was the one at fault, even though it annoyed him, there wasn't much he could say.
Besides, this was the class's famous academic representative, Sato Ruri. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but her grades were excellent, effortlessly surpassing a bunch of struggling students like him. Sato Ruri had always been aloof with the boys, so her giving him the cold shoulder was pretty standard.
Composing himself, Sasaki Fuyumi couldn't help but glance back at her. His gaze lingered briefly on her graceful figure before he nonchalantly turned and walked away.
Sato Ruri seemed to sense it. She turned and shot a look of distaste at the empty classroom doorway. Then her gaze swept across the classroom, a flicker of interest crossing her face.
Sasaki Fuyumi reached the stairwell. Just as he was about to descend, subtitles suddenly flickered to life before him.
"As a scumbag, do scumbag things. You suddenly realize Sato Ruri shouldn't be back in the classroom at this time. You decide to return and investigate, and use your phone to record Sato Ruri's shameful secret."
Sasaki Fuyumi stared at the prompt, bewildered. Sato Ruri's shameful secret? What was she planning to do in the classroom?
The system wouldn't give a prompt for no reason. Going back would definitely reveal something. Curiosity sparked within him, but reason told him getting involved in something like this would be troublesome.
Just as he thought this, the subtitles refreshed.
"Still hesitant about becoming a scumbag, you decide to become a pervert instead. Strip naked and run back to the classroom, shocking the female classmates inside."
Sasaki Fuyumi's face turned green. This system was way too cruel.
He didn't hesitate in his decision to become a scumbag. Compared to being a pervert, being a scumbag seemed slightly preferable—at least he wouldn't die of public shame.
Watching the subtitles vanish, Sasaki Fuyumi breathed a sigh of relief. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and headed back toward the classroom.
The bell for the next class had rung a while ago; the corridor was completely empty. The back door of Sasaki Fuyumi's classroom was conveniently close to the stairwell.
He paused near the back door, pulling out his phone and setting up the video recording function. Then he took a couple of steps forward and peered into the classroom.
Inside the empty room, Sato Ruri stood by a desk. After a moment's hesitation, she reached into the desk and pulled out a backpack.
Sasaki Fuyumi recognized it as belonging to another girl, Egawa Mitsuki. Why would Sato Ruri be going through Egawa Mitsuki's bag? Was this so-called "shameful secret" related to that?
Thinking of Egawa Mitsuki, an image of an elegantly beautiful face with deep, indifferent eyes surfaced in his mind.
Egawa Mitsuki, like Sato Ruri, was famous in class, and for the same reason: she was exceptionally pretty.
Sasaki Fuyumi continued watching. He noticed an unusual flush on Sato Ruri's fair face. Biting her lip, she slowly opened the backpack.
From his angle, Sasaki Fuyumi couldn't see what was inside, but he could see Sato Ruri's expression shift—from tension to surprise, then contempt, and finally to outright excitement as she started rummaging through the bag.
Was she stealing? Had she found something valuable?
Puzzled, Sasaki Fuyumi kept recording. He didn't dare stop filming casually, afraid the system might make him do something perverted again.
Suddenly, Sato Ruri pulled something out of the bag. She examined it with intense excitement, and when Sasaki Fuyumi saw what it was, his eyes widened in shock.
It was a female-oriented toy. How did Egawa Mitsuki dare bring something like that to school? Was she crazy?
What Sato Ruri held was a pink egg. She played with it, intrigued, then reached back into the bag and pulled out another item.
Seeing this, Sasaki Fuyumi was even more stunned. Bringing that kind of thing to school? What was wrong with girls these days?
Recalling Egawa Mitsuki's typically cold, aloof demeanor, Sasaki Fuyumi's expression turned strange. It was hard to reconcile these items with her icy image.
Sato Ruri clutched the toy, her face flushed, expression a mix of excitement and embarrassment. Sasaki Fuyumi was perplexed. Was Sato Ruri interested in this kind of thing too?
He didn't have time to dwell on it, quickly focusing his lens to capture this bizarre scene.
In the empty classroom, a beautiful, captivating girl held a rather startling object, her expression vividly excited. The image was indescribably... problematic.
Sasaki Fuyumi watched, his own heartbeat quickening.
Sato Ruri, caught up in her excitement, was completely oblivious that her questionable behavior was being recorded.
Suddenly, the scene before him rippled, and new text appeared.
"Route One: You realize Sato Ruri harbors a peculiar curiosity about others' privacy. Especially when someone presents a prim and proper exterior, her desire to unearth their shameful secrets intensifies. Yet she fails to recognize that her current actions are, themselves, her own unique shameful secret. You decide to use the recorded video to threaten the girl into going on a date with you."
"Route Two: Although you've discovered the girl's shameful secret, you have absolutely no intention of threatening her. Instead, you feel a thrill of finding a kindred spirit. You decide to reveal yourself, kneel before the girl, and request to kiss her toes."
Sasaki Fuyumi: ?????